Saturday, April 29, 2006

Sounds like modern-day Yes (the 70's British Prog Rock band), with the propensity of injecting lame and cheesy philosophical/theological ideas. The music is an amalgam of bombastic sound arrangements, off-kilter time signatures, virtuoso playing, and rich harmonies. But the concept of nature and religion may be too pompous and overbearing even for progheads. A satisfying listen, but a bit too cerebral.

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Last Music Video Syndrome...although 'alang pictures.

Just Hate Me

Pain

I gotta think of something

to make you think less

of me, that I am nothing

to hold on to, cause we are through

I dislike you

I wish that you could hate me

then things would be so easy

just get me off your mind

if the bitch would have a son

then I would be the one

so hate me

geese, flying from the winter

that's what I should do, do, door become a sprinter

and run away

cause we are through

I dislike you

I wish that you could hate me

then things would be so easy

just get me off your mind

if the bitch would have a son

then I would be the one

I am being mean

like no one's ever been

just hate me...

I wish that you could hate me

then things would be so easy

just get me off your mind...

The setting is in the near future, in outer space, inside a starship (???), where man and machine lives in harmony. The main character is a robot/cyborg, a once esteemed creation by this balding, grim-faced scientist.

The scientist is currently undertaking a newer, bigger, and better creation, which renders the robot obsolete. However, the scientist is unable to complete his creation because it lacks that piece that would make it function. The robot enters his creator's room and witnesses him busy at work, without even looking or noticing the robot.

The robot leaves his master alone, going into his room. As the robot scours for something to hold on to in his divider, he finds a picture of him and the scientist, looking happy and glad. He hurries down to the scientist's room and show this to him, to harken back the times then the robot actually mattered to the scientist.

He got in, the scientist still busy at his work, and he taps him from behind. The scientist turns around, looks at the robot, and stares at the picture frame with their pictureon it. He pauses for a moment, as if remembering something important, then holds the robot's arm. Suddenly, he takes holds of a screwdriver and he unscrew the arm of the robot, opens it, and finds the missing piece that would actually complete his currently creation.

The next scene features the robot walking in the dark corridor, alone, away from the room, where the scientist is able to attach the missing piece for his current creation. However, the scientist looks away from the arm of his latest creation, and stares at the open space where stars dwell alone, and eventually die.